Waking Up Asleep

Waking Up Asleep

Rebecca, 23

I have always had a need to be more, which ironically often translates into becoming less.
Books keep me alive.

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“Blood roses: glow-in-the-dark red, smoke-scented flowers with sharp thorns that trace poetry into your flesh.”

— Francesca Lia Block (via tiptea)

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